Becoming ©Dawn Minott |Women’s History Month

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry

To the woman that you were—
I see you.
Standing in storms that tried to break you,
yet you bent like the willow,
never snapping, never folding.
You held your ground,
turned pain into power,
turned silence into voice,
turned fear into fuel.
I admire your resilience,
your unshaken resolve,
your quiet strength when the world tried to tell you to hush.

To the woman you are—
Your journey is not complete.
But oh, how far you’ve come!
You walk now with wisdom earned in fire,
scars that no longer bleed but blaze—
reminders that you lived, that you learned,
that you are still here.
You hold space for growth and grace,
shed doubt like autumn leaves,
rooted deep in lessons you once feared.
You are the bridge between who you were
and the promise of who you will be.

To the woman you’re becoming—
You are a whisper of dreams realized,
a vision not yet fully seen,
but I know you’re there, waiting.
A phoenix rising, a story still unfolding,
a force stepping boldly into her becoming.
You carry all that was,
but you are free to be.
No chains, no fear, no limits—
only the boundless sky ahead.

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In creative solidarity, Dee

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